The Man's Decree Novels & Stories

“Sign the papers, Cade. Give me back my name." The Elders cleared their throats in unison, a sound of mounting impatience. "Sign, Alpha. The King’s patience is not a resource you wish to deplete." One of them said. Cade’s jaw worked, his teeth grinding with such force I feared they might shatter. He snatched the pen, his hand shaking so violently the stylus clattered against the table before he caught it. With an aggressive motion, he scrawled his signature across the four separate decrees.

I gave him a gentle nudge before opening it. Emmett’s handwriting was firmer than before, though it still slanted at the end of sentences when he wrote quickly. Dear Sister. First official decree: Hann may not say “when Marcus used to do it” more than twice per meeting, or he must pay one coin to the orphan fund. I burst out laughing. Elijah raised his eyebrows. “What does it say?” he asked curiously. “That my brother is already ruling wisely.” I kept reading. Second unofficial decree: I need you to stop sending me reminders to eat. I’ve already eaten. Hann made sure of it. Claris made sure Hann did. Joe brought bread. I’m not dying.

“We’ve all made sacrifices for the good of our packs. This is no different. The coronation is necessary, and it’s the first step in ensuring stability.” The man’s fists clenched, but he didn’t respond. The room remained tense, everyone holding their breath as they waited for his next move. Finally, he exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging as he relented. “Fine,” he muttered, though the defiance in his eyes didn’t waver. “But don’t think this means I support this decision.” I gave him a slight nod, acknowledging his words. “Your support or not, my decision is final.” He didn’t respond, just turned and walked away, leaving the room in a heavy silence. The others looked at me, waiting for my n

One caught Romero’s arm just in time as he raised it again, veins bulging down to his wrist. “Romero!” I shouted. His breathing was ragged, lips parted in fury, and only when he saw me did something in him soften. His fists dropped to his sides. He let himself be restrained. The old woman wept quietly. Her son crumpled to the floor, moaning, hand clutching his bloodied face. No charges were pressed. The man slinked out in shame, dragging his pride behind him. But Romero wasn’t spared. The administration, while thankful nothing worse happened, issued a hard decision: he was banned from the premises. Effective immediately. No exceptions. No goodbyes. No appeals.

(Adria POV) As Armaros was finishing up this so-called contract that’s between Levi and I that it gave me a little time to think about what the hell I was doing. Why am I doing this? I look over to Levi and I can see the coldness in his eyes looking back at me. I’m glad that Legion and Armaros stood by me with him not being able to sleep around. It’s really no big deal about me not having sex with other men because I really wasn’t planning on doing so anytime soon. It doesn’t take too much longer for Armaros to get done with it as he hands it over to Levi to look over before he signs it, and hand it to me. I did read it to make sure there wasn’t anything that we didn’t talk about in it, and

When I remained silent, he reached out, snatched the Royal Decree from my hand, and tossed it into the air. He shattered it with his powers. Pieces of parchment fell before me. I gasped. “Rio, that was a Royal Decree! “You just want me to make a choice, don’t you? Well, I’ll say it now. Between you and Bayram, I’m choosing neither!” “Shut up!” Rio lost his composure and yanked my wrist hard. He desperately tried to find a shred of sincerity in my eyes, but the coldness in my gaze pierced his heart.

I was about to lose my mind when his icy tone reverberated in the surroundings, “Sign this decree, Lizette!” His royal command sent shivers down my spine as I shuddered and stood up to walk towards the writing table. Vincent’s indifferent eyes were fixated on me, as if observing my every step towards him. To conceal my fucked-up condition, I lowered my head to focus on the content of the decree. “The King’s order for the ladies of royal harem!” The heading of the decree gave me some courage to read it further, at least, the rejection wasn’t mentioned in the start. Onyx helped me to read it swiftly, pointing out important points in the spellbinding cursive calligraphy’s text.

Melody’s POV "A decree?" I repeated, my voice almost cracking. "Yes," Jay replied firmly. "I asked the Alpha King, with the Luna Queen's assistance. The Alpha King will soon make a decree for our mating. Don't you think it's prudent to mend what we have before that happens?" My eyesight blurred for a second as the gravity of his words hit me. A decree signified no choice. My future flashed before my eyes, a future in which I was bound to Jay without a choice and had to witness my death a second time.

"Every healthy Gorgorian must fight with Prince Andreas, we must not let this affliction befall us the second time!" "YES YOUR GRACE!" They all agreed. "Lord Oder" he called for the lord in charge of the administration and execution of royal decrees such as this. "Yes, your grace" the lord stood from his seat and bowed. "Make sure that this decree is very much adhered to" he ordered. "Of course your grace" he bowed again and retook his seat. "Thank you so much father" Andreas appreciated. "By the way, we must carry on with our celebrations!" He smiled at them all.

I whisper to myself. The newborn god hears it. “You want her approval.” “I do not need it.” “You want it.” Silence. The crown hums again. This time it shifts abruptly. A ripple spreads through the decree I issued. “What did you do?” I demand. “Nothing,” the newborn god replies calmly. Death’s gaze sharpens. “The decree adjusted.” “Adjusted how?” I ask. “It removed ambiguity.” Cold slides through me. I reach outward again. The decree now includes harsher enforcement.